billyfivecrows

So we wait until names, prick ears up like animals', enough to be 'here' in system, or not. Once trees were taller and legs were shorter. (Don't pool resource to see, allow me this magic.)

Enough, or is it? Small mountains are older. (Again, don't question your banks. Let me spin this cash I answer.)

Just now palm was jaw turned face, my force with neck. Smile conditions the air, order is portrait curled under throat like inhabitual snake on infant stone.

From here, branches are a mission. A Fibronacci adobe, a cloister of word so wide only the less than silent miss it.

Once I burned my tree like a dark child envious of Aryan. But this Aryan was peaceful. A thick stork of blue-eyed grace with sword cane stuck in apple peel.

Here I should mention Eve, but no need.

I've done that before. Brainstem, my favorite pet.

Not today, I bet. Today

I was thin-woman dreaming of mint blending pekoe minus authority.

She was an author of kindness, and I loved her.

I believed enough to leave town.

Jesus carried my bag, and I, his.

We spoke of death and her name of stars.

We parked cars and drank only tea. He wanted stronger.

But I couldn't agree.

Astrid, why don't I?

This is, and I'm sure

You know...